38. WRITE ME A LETTER
Distraction had become Aoife’s method of coping. When she was alone, all she could think about was Ewan. Was he feeding well? Was he sleeping well? How much weight had he gained? What did they call him if they did know his real name? She started to distance herself from Pepin. His eyes were the same as their son’s, and she needed to conceal her pain in order to protect them all from Antonia and Magnus. Distraction was her new shield, and distance was her sword. It was her only defence against the anguish of absence. She no-longer had to wear her feathered coat, her body had returned to its former shape because of her werewolf healing, but she continued to do so because it brought her comfort. Frequently, she would look down and miss the bump she had hidden for so long, looking at her ref
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